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Tyrus was roused from his slumber when the announcement started, but was content to lay with his eyes shut through the duration. Even when Bron addressed him directly concerning Mountain Ben, or whatever the Faunus didn't twitch. The sound of a page getting one last flip served as the precursor to Indie's enthusiastic input. Tyrus stretched his body, before proceeding to scratch his bare torso. One eye nonchalantly opening while he brought his bare feet beneath the rest of his body in a crouching position.

"What's so dangerous about Fountain Sven? Or is this just one of those times that if I just jump out of the airship before it lands, the ground will give out?" Despite the innocent, almost childlike nature in which the question was offered the implications were serious. Tyrus hated waiting for the airship to land and simply preferred to jump out, his aura and semblance making such a maneuver hardly any more dangerous than stepping off a stool.

"More importantly, what're we hunting; is it any fun; and if it's robots I'm not going...hate those things." Tyrus' hatred of robots was no secret. The things were basically his antithesis: not only were they no fun to fight, they didn't even offer any fun to track and hunt. Then the work required could end up making him waste energy from his semblance without giving anything to replenish it. In short, there was nothing he hated more- the young man even opened the remaining eye just to get the point across.It wasn't that he didn't remember the details, so much as Ozpin's voice was just one he tended to tune out and the fact he didn't recognize their destination didn't help. He was honestly more interested in filling his stomach at the moment too, the not-so-subtle rumbling from his center making this point loud and clear.